Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 112 Living Saint, Part 1
The Space Marines acted quickly, which put an end to Taylor's thoughts of eating another Groxmon sandwich.

It could be the side effects of those medications, or it could be fatigue.

Or maybe it was simply because the pickled soft spine meat with lettuce and the gravy made by the Latlin girl always made him linger, and he felt that he should find a way to have a bite.

Actually… Taylor knew that he was a guy who liked to eat when he was a little unhappy.

He wasn't very happy today.

But the approach of the traitor Space Marines was warning him to give up his foolish idea of having dinner.

He picked up the telescope and looked around, and saw several dark green shadows moving around stealthily.

They were like nightmares that came in the night, but compared to the so-called experts, those Death Guards were probably not as good as his brothers.

Like the Night Lords...

It now seems that fire suppression is the safest option. Lemanus, armed with a shovel, has opened up a wide path, and now he can use the terrain to make it difficult for the Space Marines to advance.

However, as the explosive bombs flew over, the heads of several soldiers suddenly exploded, and a Lemanus in the distance was instantly melted by the heat almost at the same time.

Taylor shuddered and gave up all the tactics he had thought of. Facing those elusive things, those fallen angels of the Emperor, all the petty thoughts of mortals were useless.

Taylor was able to inflict heavy damage on those things time and time again, firstly due to the Space Marines' external aid, secondly due to the orcs' fearlessness of death, and thirdly due to their carelessness and arrogance.

If he has no reinforcements and won't let them get away with it, how should Taylor deal with those guys?

Taylor felt his headache getting worse, probably a side effect of the medication.

Those illegal things were used by gang members who were waiting to die in the nest. Now they were all injected into his blood vessels at once, making it difficult for him to control himself.

His perception of this world has also become slow and prolonged. He may not be able to keep up with the actions of the Space Marines...

The thought made him feel a sharp pain in his stomach. It was all over!

I don’t know if it was hunger or the effect of the potion, but after all the tossing and turning, Taylor’s already tired body seemed to have reached a critical point and felt uncomfortable all over.

However, his distraction gave some Space Marines an opportunity. The moment a miserable cry was heard from one side of the trench, a Chaos Space Marine, a Death Guard soldier, quickly cut into the battle line.

Wielding a combat dagger, he slaughtered mortals with the ease of a god-killer. Even the well-trained and experienced Imperial Guards could not stop him for a moment.

The sharp blade sank into the flesh and was then quickly pulled out, piercing the spine and central nervous system with considerable ease.

The giant hand grasped the head of another mortal, and with a slight twist, a cracking sound was heard, and then the loyal man fell to the ground.

This is what the Emperor's Angel is like, but Taylor doesn't feel fear at this moment.

No, his fear had actually already arisen, but those emotions activated adrenaline, and the adrenaline chain stimulated the stimulants in his blood vessels, and soon his body temperature began to rise.

Like a small and fast rodent, his reaction speed became very fast and his muscles were fully activated, but of course he was still no match for the Space Marines.

But the Chaos Space Marines overlooked one thing: Taylor's weapon was the blade foot of the Licat worm!
The Space Marine swung his dagger at him, but Taylor only felt that the attack was much slower than his usual invisible attacks, and held his saber across his face.

Click.

The adamantium broke, and in the moment the Death Guard warrior hesitated, the tactical knife that had been with him for several years broke into two pieces.

The huge mutual force almost dislocated Taylor's arm, but he did not feel any pain. Instead, he inserted his saber into the Space Marine's waist.

The sharp Zerg weapon accurately severed his spine, and even the Space Marine was paralyzed, with his lower body falling to the ground uncontrollably.

Taylor was already blood-thirsty at this moment. He picked up the plasma gun and fired several rounds at his head. It was not until he triggered the buzzing warning sound before the plasma overheated that he realized it belatedly and put away the weapon in fear.

Now, the invader's head has turned into a ball of brown mud.

But Taylor was shaking all over. He recalled what he had just done, while others looked at him in disbelief.

Even with the advantage of weapons and medicine, killing a Space Marine is too shocking, even if he is not a powerful Space Marine, but just an ordinary Chaos traitor.

Becoming a Space Marine means that one is a demigod who has been tempered through thousands of trials. It is basically impossible to kill a god with a mortal body.

There's a lot of luck involved.

For example, if he had a chainsword, it would probably be Taylor's knife that broke. Secondly, if he was willing to give up close combat and grab Taylor's head with his left hand, he would also die.

Even if he had a bunch of explosives, Taylor wouldn't be able to get close to him.

And if Taylor's blade had not penetrated the Space Marine's reinforced spine exactly, or had not pierced through, even if only a tiny nerve had been connected, the Space Marine would not have been completely paralyzed by a single attack.

To put it more pragmatically.

He had a great shot.

A 20 rolls on a d20.

Taylor was standing beside the corpse of the Space Marine, smelling the evaporation of flesh and blood, feeling both relieved and terrified.

But the others didn't know about this. They only saw that invincible existence being killed instantly by Taylor, to be precise.

He first cut off the Space Marine's blade, then plunged it into his spine. His smooth and flowing movements made people wonder how many demigods he had killed...

Their morale was high at this moment. It was an honor and excitement to fight side by side with the man who killed God.

At the same time, the tactics arranged by Taylor began to work, as the brothers were killed and the Death Guard began to try to break through the front.

But they underestimated the current morale of the Imperial Guard. Even if their comrades were brutally killed by bombs, they dared to fire at those gods.

the reason is simple.

It turns out that God can also bleed.

Will die too!
So now they vent all their anger, whether it is for their dead comrades, the home planet they threatened, or the sins they were unaware of ten thousand years ago.

Traitors must die!

A large number of artillery and projectiles can penetrate the heavy armor of the Space Marines. The large-area firepower and loose battle lines make it difficult for the Space Marines to destroy the Imperial Guard's vitality.

It seemed like victory was already in hand, but suddenly many airdrop pods began to fall from the sky, densely packed together, more than a hundred of them!

It was the red Hell Claw, and the person who came was also an acquaintance of Taylor.

When a bright red warrior walked out of the airdrop cabin, he looked at the chaos and madness here with a smile, as if he was sighing at the beauty of this place.

When he saw Taylor in the distance, he ignored the bullets and artillery fire passing by him and showed a terrifying smile, as if he was eager to play with this man again.

And he is the World Eater's Chosen Champion.

The Axe of Khorne, Corthorax.

At the same time, the Death Guard began their general assault, with the rotting Land Tanks followed by the subsequent World Eaters moving forward, crushing the Imperial Guard's defenses.

Taylor shouted urgently. "Retreat!"

He had already tried his best. In the current situation, there was no other way except to retreat and compress the defense area...

(End of this chapter)